Using this money, the organization imported the world's best minds with promises of money, academic freedom and excellence and established the Onyx Un...iversity. The first graduating class of 2020 was only 200 students. Half of those students were African citizens, hand picked from around the continent and the rest were underprivileged youth from all around the world. They left the organization changed. They were stronger, smarter and taller than their peers and they all swore loyalty to the Onyx. "Ah fuck it, for real? Yeah, yeah, hang on - Jesus." Bang bang, the door went again. I flung the door back. "Jesus, ALRIGHT! Lisa?" I stood aghast, it was my pal Lisa from facebook. How to explain Lisa? Its tough, she is somewhat a force of nature. Lisa sings for a metal outfit called Death's Hand and, when in character, she goes by the stage name of Blonde Witch of the North. As her name suggests, she rocks platinum blonde hair. Long and dead straight. She struts the stage in a shining,. Steve encouraged me, almost insisted that I please his friends and acquaintances. I couldn't seem to stop either, so I have to take much of the blame for what ultimate happened. As it turns out our little "club" started to turn into a "sex" club. That was pretty much what was happening there every night now. Someone was always edging up the "bar in lewdness" and daring. It was common place to sit back and watch a girl get gangbanged, or a guy for that matter. But the night Steve dared me to try. He ran his hands over his face; it felt the same as always. Still a death mask. He paused, listening; where was Mary? Not at home. Still out celebrating her birthday, no doubt. He recoiled at the thought of her return home, then chastised himself. As if Mary was anything to be afraid of. But what was he afraid of, then? "Time," he mumbled, almost not hearing himself. What time was it? He checked the clock. Mary would be home soon. In fact, if he leaned his head a little and listened closely, he.